Band One-Shots (Open!)

Long Night

~Author's Note: Should I just start a book of regular AND bandmember sexy One-Shots? Credit goes to @pleasuretorture on Tumblr.~

Tonight is going to be a long, long night.

  She had bought the house having been warned of the strange occurrences within, knowing that the man who had previously rented it spoke of strange whispers, had sensed other presences within. She however thought little of this foolishness. Though after living there for over a month, the rumors proved quite true.

  She had been masturbating before it happened, thinking of being fucked hard and fast by different men, getting so close to climax at the thought of such intense penetration. When she was on the verge however, she suddenly blacked out. It only felt like a second later that she awoke in bed, yet now she was wearing some other attire, her body uncovered, her wrists restrained to the bed, helpless.

  The sensations of being near climax still somehow tingled throughout her body, yet there was nothing she could do to relieve the desire. After a moment, the whispers began, whispers of pure sexual desire, whispers of how erotic she looked, how much they wanted to fuck her. Suddenly a blindfold slipped over her eyes as she cried out, begging the invisible entities to let her go, yet they still merely whispered their desires.

  Her fear began to give way to astonishment as the sensation of cool fingertips carressed her body, lightly tracing every inch. After an hour of this, her fear had been entirely replaced by pure need; the blindfold kept her constantly in a state of uncertainty, locked in her own imagination, while the non-stop light as a feather touches kept her aching for more.

  Hours went by like this, being constantly touched and teased without relief. She begged, she screamed, she cried out for more, but still the presences which feasted on her arousal seemed content to let her writhe in anguish.

  After many more hours, they began to focus on those most sensitive little areas: the sensations of fingertips, tongues, and lips trailing over her nipples, over the unbearable sensitivity of her soaking wet sex, over her aching, pulsating clitoris.

  Having resigned herself to this cruel fate, she realizes that nothing will stop them. Tonight will be a long night of constant teasing torture. Her only hope is that, by the end, they might let her have the orgasm she prays for.